Sonnet 07/11/02                        DCCLXV
(33 of 257 to my current muse...)


To each day comes a night, when stars appear,
In promenade across the sky. I see
Those fixed forms, and dream that I might free
Just one, to offer muse: A beacon, near
To hope's harbor, that heart might use to steer
Desires. Thoughts wander without course, to be
Tossed upon page. How can I ask that she
Be what I seek, when I still heart-wreck fear?

To each night comes a dawn, when sun returns,
With harsh illumination. Is the sight
More real than night's desires? This soul now spurns
Cold fact: I would for dreams of passion fight.
In muse I find my focus: My heart learns
Of sun and stars, Love is the greater light.